Here I am, back after a long hiatus. Different name but same flavor.
Who am I?
You don’t know?
I take offense!
Anyway, let’s go back to the usual. 360 more words
This old fisherman’s house beside a tidal river in Morbihan is a place we visit in our dreams all year round. Rain, hail or shine in the UK we remember the sights and sounds of the France I’m hearing now, on a quiet Sunday morning, as we’re summoning up the will to bestir ourselves to cycle down to the boulangerie for coffee, bread, morning pastries and watching the world go by. 82 more words